I ran away from home once. I was in primary school. On that day, my mom beat me up heavily. My mom believes in beating up her children. Not for their fault, for her mood. If she was angry, then for any reason, she used to beat me up. I was a kid, too, so I also made mistakes and got beaten up for that, too. Moreover, I was my mom's least favourite child, so for anything, I got beaten up. It was happening almost every day.
One day I fed up. Decided to run away from this home. In those days, we lived in a rented house in Dhaka. I only knew the path to another house was my grandparents (Paternal). In those days, my uncle (My father's older brother) used to live there. So, the only home I could go to was my uncle's house.
At noon, my mom was taking a power nap. I decided to go out, but I was terrified, so I took my younger sister Sonia with me. I asked her if she would go to my uncle's house with me, and she agreed. We both slowly opened the door and started walking.
It wasn't that close; we had to walk a lot. She was enjoying walking. Then my sleeper broke apart. But somehow, I managed to walk to our uncle's house.
Our uncle was surprised. He asked where are your parents? We always went there with our parents. I told him I ran away. I am beaten up every day; I am tired of this situation. My uncle and aunt were shocked, but they said no worries, stay with your cousins (their children). My aunt said, my children do many things like that, but I never beat them up every day; this is not good. My uncle sends his older son Mohin to inform our home.
Later, I heard that our home didn't notice that we were not there. My mom found the door open. She thought we had gone outside to play. We used to go to the nearby playground in the afternoon. When Mohin Bro informed my mom, she first said, "You took them." But she gradually understood and came to pick us up later with my dad.
I'm really sorry, Mohin, bro, for getting in trouble with us. He was always such a good big brother.
When my parents came, I was scared, but my mom said nothing to us. With a smile, she took both of us. Then, for a couple of days, she was better with me, but again, she became the same.
When they came to take us, we were eating watermelon at our uncle's house. Sonia said later that it was too good, too sweet. Even she thought our mom should come a little late so that she could eat more.
After some years, one of my aunts (Maternal) told me. My uncle felt very sorry because of my mother's attitude toward me. The way she always beat me up, even in front of everyone. My uncle told my aunt at home that he felt he should bring me to his house by force from my mom and keep me away from her. I said, it's OK.
Beating up children is very natural in Bangladesh.
